I’ve lived in this area for almost 30 years.
During that time I’ve seen a variety of wild life including snakes from time to time. Prior to this year I’ve seen only one rattlesnake.
This year I’ve seen two in the neighborhood. The first one was in my yard, unfortunately I don’t have a very good photo of it.
Yesterday, I heard some girls screaming that there was a snake. They’re children so as an adult it’s on me to insure they’re not hurt and that they don’t antagonize a snake that could hurt them.
I’m thinking it’s a California King snake, or a Gopher Snake and the girls are just being girls. I was wrong.
The snake had crossed paths, or rather one of the girls had stepped over the snake and it rattled at her. By the time I got there the snake had moved to a defensible position and was alert but not aggressive.
The girls guardians showed up a couple of minutes later, then the discussion about killing the poor thing began.
Generally speaking I’m not in favor of killing creatures just because they happen to exist. As it turns out the “father” shared my general opinion.
What surprised me was the bloodlust of the little girls. They wanted it dead. It had done them no harm, it had warned them to stay away, and appeared to be waiting patiently for the hubbub to die down.
I imagine that it would have left the area of its own accord had it not been for all the humans around.
Probably, if the snake had not been positioned as it was, it would be dead now. The thing is, there was no clear way to strike at it with a shovel or ax that would insure an instant kill. Meaning that if we’d struck at it, we’d have probably just pissed it off and it would have struck at us.
We had a rattlesnake standoff. Myself and the other male were discussing the options when one of the little girls was just rabid about killing it. She kept saying, “Kill it, Kill it,” in an ever increasing volume. Without thinking I said, “If you want something dead that bad, maybe you should be the one prepared to kill it,” and gestured toward her with the trenching tool I was holding.
She suddenly got quiet. I don’t know what was going through her head. I hope that it was the realization that killing anything isn’t trivial. Even if it’s not your hand on the instrument of death. I doubt that’s what she thought, she probably wasn’t old enough to make that kind of connection.
Eventually, one of the neighbors remembered there was someone in town who would relocate snakes to another canyon (unpopulated) so we gave them a call. They weren’t available, but they hooked us up with a lady who was. Twenty minutes later, the snake was safely in a box and heading to a place where it wouldn’t have to deal vicious blood thirsty humans.
The experience left me thinking.
I’ve killed snakes that were an immediate threat. I felt bad about killing ’em but given the circumstances there was no choice.
I’ve killed other creatures and ate ’em, in that situation it was because I was hungry. Even fishing, you’re killing another creature, which means that there’s supposed to be a built in limit.
You kill what you need, you kill whatever it is quickly and humanely, you eat what you kill, and you don’t arbitrarily or wantonly kill more than you need for yourself or your family.
Most men I know subscribe to the same principals. But wait, males are supposed to be the vicious killers aren’t they?
Why then were the little girls and the adult women screeching for blood? Why was it that the males were willing to take a watchful caution?
Had it only been me and the other guy, we’d have probably let the snake go its way and we’d have watched it go back into the forest. Two predator species respecting each other.
Because of the presence of women, we were under pressure to do something, anything, even if what we did was going to make the situation worse.
It occurred to me that almost every conflict I’ve ever been a part of, or witnessed was driven by women. Either the males were trying to impress, or the women were demanding action.
I makes me wonder…
I can understand that women might be genetically predisposed to eliminate any possible threat to their young whether or not the threat is real.
I wonder if men on the other hand, because we’re stronger, and usually have been the ones to get our hands bloody, might have an inherent respect for life & death that goes unacknowledged. We learn early on, that killing is bloody and final. We understand that when we kill, we’ve removed something from the world, on some level we understand that once gone it’s gone forever.
Granted some men acquire a taste for killing but most men I know have a deep respect for life, and don’t take it lightly, or for granted.
It’s strange how simple events get me thinking.